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Humor Me
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Humor me while I humor you. Words are like clay to me. I pound them and fold them. Squeeze them and mold them. I delight in the oddness That…quirky Godness Of rhyme and riddle And slime a little. If I don't catch your eye, Will you lend me your ear? Can you see what I feel When I look in your mirror? Sometimes, I am bubbling, I want to explode. I open my Heart To reveal the motherlode. Am I vain or insane? Well, I wish that I knowed |
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